There is no such thing as a 'stalemate' when it comes to using tupperware.

Hello Mother and siblings! I am sober and caught in a dream of an occurrence of the divine and neon shelter of extreme device. It was a sheltered slip of a Freudian tounge lash that tempted the filtering of the gaudy-ish language of an ancestor of the freds that caught a glimpse into a future realm of inadvertent images of filtered flatulence. I heard it. I can say I caught the lingering essence of the oder. Therefore I can concur everything that has happened here in my loss of presence actually did occur.

I'm a-headed out of town later this week for a while. I will make an attempt to visit Mom from where I'll be staying, but my friend has a dialup connection so I don't know if I can manage to get here from there. The house will be looked after, but I can't ask those folks to log on and check on Mom. They might not understand.

In response to holidays and other buisiness, the source programme MOMboost 2.1.1 is currenty available as a beta version from here. It, when properly configured, should be capableo of logging on to mudcat, and checking if MOAB had any posts in the last 12 hours. If not, it will take a random document available online, and run it through 17 translation engines, to turn it into pseudo-BS.

Some minor glitches are still being ironed out. These include launching weapons tests at Canada whenever 'William Shatner' is mentioned, and to insert annoying sound effects, which cannot be turned off. It also currently requires the dedicated use of three high end machines to keep it running, and has a tendancy to cut its posts in half for no apparent reason.

creative generation of pseudo BS, automated elimination of SHhhhhhhhhh you know who references, and "has a tendancy to cut its posts in half for no apparent reason" ??? My gawd - the guy's a genius. Mother will be very proud of you. Nobody will notice anything different at all.

MMario, I missed it, whatever it was, and I'm sorry if your ring delivery is going to be delayed, but I have an exquisite form of BS to introduce and don't want you to think I'm ignoring your problem (even if I never heard of it and AM in fact ignoring it).

I've wanted to try this for a while, ideally, with a scholarly paper filled with specialized literary and philosophical jargon. But for the 'Cat I went back to one of my all-time favorite posts to run this exercise. The loops are too small to make it really stunning in it's silliness, but given more time (I have to leave for the office soon) I should be able to manage a larger loop and catch more variables. Anyway, here it is:

Here's an exercise in translation. I'm starting from this link: Gallery of Mudcat Quotations, where I parked a copy of BWL's story so I could find it again.

This is the paragraph I'm going to translate in Babelfish:

Well, I thought I'd seen the last of Zeke and his dogs at that point, but almost as soon as I had walked into the house I heard Zeke's truck heading back up the driveway. I stepped back outside, popped the flashlight back on, and there were the dogs again, having doubled back and given Zeke the slip. So a few seconds later the old Dodge slid back into the yard, Zeke jumped out and lunged for the yellow bitch again and, this time, snagged her by the collar. He proceeded to drag the whining dog to the back of the truck where he opened the tailgate and attempted to open the door of a plastic pet-carrier he had brought along. Since he couldn't let go of the struggling dog, I volunteered to get the carrier door open for him and, as soon as it was open, Zeke began trying to stuff the Labrador-sized dog into a the Spaniel-sized carrier. The entire operation was complicated by the fact that, during the time we'd been struggling with the pet-carrier door, the male dog had been overcome by a bout of lust and was busily screwing the bitch for all he was worth. Dogs! There he was, in a noisy, smoke-filled, tumultuous atmosphere, being recaptured by someone he obviously despised, and instead of hauling ass off into the woods where freedom was his for the taking, he decided to take the opportunity to knock off a piece while ol' Zeke held it by the collar. Talk about thinking with your dick!

Well I have thought that I heard the truck in view of the end of Zeke and its dogs to this point, but nearly, as soon as I went into the house I of Zeke, the carrier to steer the avenue. I decreased/went back me outside, the lamp torch/flare jumped backwards above, and there were the dogs still, after he had doubled backwards and from Zeke determined the slide. So much some seconds later the old detour, which was slipped again in the yard, Zeke, that jumped, and for the yellow still and, this mark snagged dog by collar one rushed into. It proceeded to pull pleurnicheriehund on the back of the truck where it opened and tried the Hinterumlegentuer to open the door of an animal of the society carrier from plastics that it had brought the length. Since it could not let go from the combat dog, I had offered to try in order to receive the carrier door open for it, and, as soon as he was open, Zeke has begun the dog to full-stop up, which was classified in the carrier by épagneul sized Labrador. The whole operation was difficult by the fact that during the time us, which fights with the animal door of society carrier, which had been overcome male dog by a longing entrance and which screwed dog for all that he is worth a suffering. Dogs! There he was in a loud atmosphere, smoke filling, being noisy, to transport taking back per someone he naturally despised, and instead of on in the forests far where the liberty at him was for the seizure, he decided the donkey to take the opportunity over from a piece to to strike, while ol the ' Zeke held it by collar. Speak over the thoughts with your thick!

Well I thought that I heard the truck by taking it of account the end Zeke and of his dogs at the this point, but almost, as soon as I went to the house I Zeke, the conveyor to lead the boulevard. I have diminué/je am turned over me outside, the torch lampti' rwn/i flame which pidi' cike towards behind above, and existed the dogs still, since it had doubled behind and in Zeke it determined the photographic transparency. So much some support later on the old deviation, which gljstri' cike still with the shipyard, Zeke, which jumped, and for same, the this yellow mark the dog of the collar that it ormike. It has advanced for it suffers pleurnicheriehund with the back part of the truck where it opened and tested Hinterumlegentuer so that it opens the door of an animal of the conveyor of company of the plastics which it had carried the length. Since it could not let go from the dog of combat, I had offered that I test so that either received the door of conveyors open for, and, hardly or opened, Zeke began the dog at the point above, which was classified with the conveyor by classified jpagneul Labrador. Whole operation was difficult owing to the fact that throughout time us, which fight with the animal door of the conveyor of company, which was male dog surmounted longing of an entry and which vjdwme' No the dog for all those this one is worth a concern. Dogs! There it was with a possible atmosphere, to an achievement of tobacco, who is noisy, for it transports for it takes behind by somebody who perjfro' nise naturally, and in the place of on the long forests where freedom with was for the seizure, decided the ass so that it undertakes the occasion of one piece to the strike, while ol Zeke kept collar. Speak beyond the thoughts with thick you!

Good thought I that I heard the truck through the taking of the of as the eindzeke and of its dogs at the this point consider, but almost, as soon as I to the house I Zeke, the carrier to lead the boulevard went. I have diminué/you has been turned around me outside, the torch the rwn/I of lampti glows the cike of which pidi to behind above and consisted the dogs still, since the behind had doubled and in Zeke it put the photographic transparency fixed. As that many some support later on the old deviation, the cike of which gljstri still with the scheepswerf, Zeke, that leap and for same, marks the this yellow the dog of the collar that the ormike. It is progressed, for which the pleurnicheriehund with the back divide of the truck, which it suffers open and tested Hinterumlegentuer consequently that it the door of an animal of the carrier of business of the plastic opens that it the length behave had. Since it would not be able to rent of the dog of fight go, had I offered that I consequently that test either received the door of carriers open furrow and, scarcely either open, began Zeke the dog at the point above, that by classified jpagneul Labrador with the carrier classified became. The whole operation was difficult because of the fact that during time us, that fight with the animal door of the carrier of business, that was masculine dog defeated gasping of an entrance and, which of vjdwme the No the dogs for all that this a worth a concerned, is. Dogs! There was it with a possible atmosphere, notwithstanding that a performance of tobacco, that loudly is, before it transports, for which the behind through someone takes that the niche of perjfro natural and in the place of on the long woods true freedom with was for the beslagneming, definite the ass consequently that it the occasion of a to pieces to the strike undertakes, while ol Zeke collar kept up. Past the thoughts with thick you speak!

then with a loop through simplified Chinese:

The good idea I, I hear the truck through to adopt take eindzeke and its dog in this consideration, but nearly, when I pair of house I Zeke, the carrier leads the main road is. I had diminu3e/you to rotate nearby me outside, torch lampti rwn/I shone pidi above and still includes dog's cike to behind, because behind doubled and invested the photographic transparency in it Zeke which repaired. Will support the old deviation with many some later, cike gljstri still take scheepswerf, Zeke, the leap and as same, marked this decadent collar dog ormike. It progresses, pleurnicheriehund to behind divides the truck, it suffers the opening and Hinterumlegentuer which tests it the plastic business carrier animal's gate to open its length performance thus has. Because it cannot to fight dog's renting be, has me to provide, I test or has accepted the carrier opening plow furrow gate and, deficiently or opening, above thus started the Zeke dog in the spot, then by is classified the jpagneul 拉布 Radow is classified into from the carrier. The whole operation is difficult as a result of in time period we, the fight and business carrier animal gate, is the masculine dog is defeated gasps for breath the entrance and, vjdwme does not have the dog for to possess this value to care about, is fact. Dog! Has it by the possible atmosphere, still that tobacco performance, loudly was before, transports in it, behind adopts the perjfro appropriate position nature through some person and in the long woods real free place with is beslagneming, the definite donkey result it a situation undertakes to the piece to the strike, when ol the Zeke collar followed. Thickly speaks through the idea with you!

L'Chaim, gang. You guys are really whacko!! (but I mean that in a nice way....). It is fascinating stuff, kinda like taking a map of New York state and a map of Chicago, boiling them in a vat together and then mushing them together to see what the territory looks like!! :D

There it was with a possible atmosphere, to an achievement of tobacco, who is noisy, for it transports for it takes behind by somebody who perjfro' nise naturally, and in the place of on the long forests where freedom with was for the seizure, decided the ass so that it undertakes the occasion of one piece to the strike, while ol Zeke kept collar. Speak beyond the thoughts with thick you!

That kind of says it all, doesn't it? Puts Yoda to shame!

I'd love to find a passage by Judith Butler or Eve Sedgewick and run it through Babelfish for a few passes. I think the result would be hilarious. Those two women write the most dense, complicated (pointlessly so) prose I've ever had the misfortune to have to read in graduate school.

I have returned. Yes, I'm back from Fantasyland-On-The-Potomac. Back, at least until late Friday afternoon, to the land of low humidity. Back to the land of sagebrush and mountains, back to where a man's a man and the women wear pants too. Back to the land of lumberjacks and lumberjills, back to the land of cowpeople, back to the land of spud duds and Idahoers. Back where a friend is a friend. Where the longhorn cattle feed on the lonely Jimson weed, back in the saddle again. Back on the range once more, totin' my old forty-four. Back the land of deer and antelope playing, where you sleep out every night and the only law is right. Where the buffalo roam and discouraging words are few and far between and where, if you check the forecast, you'll find that the skies are gonna be mostly clear all week.

And running Rapaire through the translation loop (to Italian and back) we get:

I have sent back. Yes, I come behind give Fantasyland-On-$$$-Potomac. It supports, at least until the late afternoon of friday, to the low humidity earth. Of new to the earth of sagebrush and mountains, of new to where a man and the women of the man carry the pants also. Of new to the earth of the lumberjacks and the lumberjills, of new to the earth of cowpeople, new to the earth of the duds and of Idahoers of the spud. He supports where a friend is a friend. Where the cattles of the longhorn feed themselves on the erbaccia single of Jimson, posterior in the saddleback still. Behind on the range once more, totin ' my old one forty-four. It supports the earth of the red deers and the antelope that play, where slept towards the every outside night and the only law is of right. Where the bufalo it rambles and the scoraggiamento words are little and far away in means and where, if controlled the forecast, you will find that the mainly clear skies are going to be all the week.

where, if controlled the forecast, you will find that the mainly clear skies are going to be all the week. I like that.

Tail, I am rich, if you do not worry about money of monopoly. I am turned over. I am back of Fantasyland-Auf-D-Potomac. withdraw at least an afternoon, at one late Friday with the country of the low moisture. Of return to the country sagebrush and mountains, of return too which a man and the women of a man carry also trousers. Of return to the country of Holzfaeller and that lumberjills, of return to the country cowpeople, return to the country spud of Klamotten and Idahoers. support, where a friend is a friend. Where Longhornvieh still returns of bad grasses on Jimson alone, back in the support. Of return at the distance still, totin ' my old forty-furnace support the country the red game and the Antelope which play, where you sleep of each night and where the only law is right. Where Bueffel of the words durchstreifen and discouraging are broad a small number and and where, if you re-examine the forecast, you find that the skies will be mainly free all the week.

Might be a cute game to see if he can figure out the source of something we translate.

Like this exerpt: (English to German to French to Dutch)

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In the sector the women and going the free time of Michelangelo come.

The yellow fog which its back rubs after the squares, has yellow smoke that to be embouchure that squares rubs, is language in the angles of at night, after go to the bathroom licked that that run away is, a case has left that after its back becomes postponed, fumagine that that chimneys falls, which are slipped by the terrace, cultivated a jump suddenly and see that it October gently a night, on the house, and dormant were once gegolft have fallen.

In other news -- this may be important -- a breakthrough in the field of Viral Vectors:

"Using Nanoparticles, In Vivo Gene Therapy Activates Brain Stem Cells

July 26, 2005

"Using customized nanoparticles that they developed, University at Buffalo scientists have for the first time delivered genes into the brains of living mice with an efficiency that is similar to, or better than, viral vectors and with no observable toxic effect, according to a paper published this week in Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences.

"The paper describes how the UB scientists used gene-nanoparticle complexes to activate adult brain stem/progenitor cells in vivo, demonstrating that it may be possible to "turn on" these otherwise idle cells as effective replacements for those destroyed by neurodegenerative diseases, such as Parkinson's.

"Until now, no non-viral technique has proven to be as effective as the viral vectors in vivo," said co-author Paras N. Prasad, Ph.D., executive director of the UB Institute for Lasers, Photonics and Biophotonics, SUNY Distinguished Professor in UB's Department of Chemistry and principal investigator of the institute's nanomedicine program. "This transition, from in vitro to in vivo, represents a dramatic leap forward in developing experimental, non-viral techniques to study brain biology and new therapies to address some of the most debilitating human diseases."

"Viral vectors for gene therapy always carry with them the potential to revert back to wild-type, and some human trials have even resulted in fatalities.

"As a result, new research focuses increasingly on non-viral vectors, which don't carry this risk.

"Viral vectors can be produced only by specialists under rigidly controlled laboratory conditions. By contrast, the nanoparticles developed by the UB team can be synthesized easily in a matter of days by an experienced chemist."

One of the now much publicised scenarios for nanotechnology is the "grey goo" catastrophe, championed amongst others by Prince Charles, of self replicating nano-robots that would annihilate life on Earth. From the BBC.

Who are we to argue with a thinker of that calibre?

On the other hand, aren't nanobots a kind of spicey bar-snack for Freds? Problem solved!

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and then try this!

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(This last is English -> French -> Greek -> Korean -> English. And yes, it's part of a poem.)

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air. And like the baseless fabric of this vision , The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself— Yea, all which it inherit—shall dissolve, And like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.